How astonishing is the chance
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Of leaving this world impress a sense
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Of natural beauties on us; hallelujah!
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I think of green fields; I muse
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With the greatest affection on every flower
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I have known from my infancy; hallelujah!
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Their shapes and colours are as new to me
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As if I had just created them
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With a superhuman fancy; hallelujah!
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It is because they are connected
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With the most thoughtless and the happiest
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Moments of life.
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How astonishing is the chance
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Of leaving this world impress a sense
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Of natural beauties on us!
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The simple flowers of our Spring
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Are what I want to see again; hallelujah!
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[Lyrics by John Keats (1795-1821)]
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Sanctus
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Aesma Daeva |